Here comes the sun ...

Here comes the sun.mp3
Here comes the sun
Here comes the dawn.
Here comes the gold
of a new day born

Helios drives his
chariot with ease,
pulling Sol
above my trees.

Here comes the dawn.
Here comes the sun.
Here comes the gold
of a new day begun

An English Garden In November ...

The Sun rose up On the trees this morn.mp3

The Sun rose up
On the trees this morn,
Filling their
Branches with
Gold tinged dawn

The frost has
Bitten the
Lawn last night,
Tasting green blood
As it held the
Grass tight.

My bedroom's windows
Are smeared with the kiss
Of Night's embrace,
From it's cold abyss.

The blackbird digs
With her amber beak,
In the armoured ground
For something to eat

And the robin darts out
With its warning "chit chit",
Blush on his chest
Like a flame, newly lit.

The Sun rose up
On the trees this morn,
Filling their
Branches with
Gold tinged dawn.


Poem and Voice reading (MP3) (c) John lokutus prime